It’s nice to be wanted.  If you don’t know who the B-Team is, then head over to the Sunshine Coast.  That tight feeling you have in your pants (or damp, I don’t want to leave anyone out), is likely the result of the B-Team’s dirty little secret.

Oh, secret is out.

It’s not all skinnies and stuff out here, just the first trail.

It can take quite a while though.

We were pretty hungry to ride, as the summer ferry schedule meant we had a long wait to get across this morning.  At least the sun is up late.  I think I can tire the boys out.

See, I told you it’s not ALL skinnies.

Although there are a lot of them.

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As always, we lined up a lap with the locals.

Stubz put on his usual clinic.

Some other tourists showed up to entertain us.  Good times…

As always, Redneck (the bald one), showed us a really great time.  We rode it out for 5 laps, and that pretty much killed the crew.   That may have been my best day on the SSC, and that’s saying something.  We hit the last ferry just in time for the light show.

..and a pull up session (I set the record, I couldn’t even do one).

We got back for the last call in the kitchen at the Raven, and look what we found? Our old pal Peter, who also just happens to be another of ze Germans.

Pretty random, as my home, Peter’s home, and the Raven are about equidistant from each other by a good 300 km or so.  Sometimes, you just gotta roll with it. Like our waitress, who was breaking up with the bartender while we enjoyed our end of the day libations.  You KNOW it was a good time. Check out the big smiles on ze Germans…